That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. I have to push the pram a lot. No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment. Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you? Oh, cut your own head off! Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. Oh! We have found a witch. May we burn her? Augh, we didn't! We didn't... We've found a witch!
Looks like there's dirty work afoot. Well, I didn't vote for you. Then who is your lord? Well, we did do the nose. A witch! A witch! And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! No, no. No, no. I can't. Oooh. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
Oh, I don't think so. Well, how did you become King, then? Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off! Be quiet! Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! Yes, do us all a favor! What? Well, we did do the nose. What, held under the dorsal guiding feathers? Lead! Lead!
Well, do us a favor. Right! Arthur, King of the Britons, your Knights of the Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times.
You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- Why? Right. All right. Come, Patsy. Bloody peasant! And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off!
What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior! And gallantly, he chickened out. And you. Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off! Oh, I don't think so. Apples! A duck! That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. None shall pass. Arthur, this is the Holy Grail. You're a looney.
We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. Sir! I have a plan, sir. No. No. I'm not interested! I think I'll go for a walk. Come, Patsy. You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me? Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table? Very good. We shall use my largest scales. Be quiet!
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin! What? Well, he will be soon. He's very ill. Anarcho-syndicalism is a way of preserving freedom.
Good Sir Knight, will you come with me to Camelot and join us at the Round Table? Look, my liege!
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